My Dearest Ross,
Or whatever you may prefer to be called,
Countless names that countless people have for you balled,
Up and then thrown back down, sprawled out.
They all mean you…
You, whose beauty beats waterfalls in the most secluded paradise.
You, who’s back after a year, and maybe that distance helped me realize,
That despite all that time without you in my life,
No feeling I felt for you met their demise.
You’re still my best friend,
And you still give me butterflies.
I’m feel like I’m dying yet I feel so alive,
My head and heart are in the skies,
They’re talking to God who smiles,
At his creation of love that goes beyond love,
And while he symbolizes peace with a dove,
He uses our image to represent this emotion that people can only dream of.
And with Him smiling down, we’re blessed from above.
And more important than your delicate yet safe,
Electrifying, yet comforting embrace,
Are God’s hands surrounding our existence. His Grace
Makes it so the world can’t touch us, we’re alone in this race.
And I can see it, the finish line,
At the top of the hill, ascending, I’m on cloud nine,
Because baby, God sent his word down through the grape vine,
Any little bird would say that he had heard that you’re divine,
And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally, metaphorically and literally,
Simply, intricately, but most importantly…just…completely divine.
I half expect to see cops stop you and write you a fine,
For how crazy you make me feel inside.
And I told you before about those butterflies,
But do you realize, that I can feel them just by looking into your eyes,
By wanting to discover all those secrets behind your smile,
Just give me a while, no…more than a while,
To explore all the possibilities of what lies,
Beneath the soft and, for me, untouched skin of your thighs.
You make me burn so fierce its like fire and Ice.
Darling you make my head spin,
Every time you walk into my life, but especially when,
You close the cursed distance between our skin,
Leaving me to wonder if when describing you, Best Friend,
Is only where our story would begin.